User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3124101-20120211000928/@comment-25220117-20121026143908

''The dock-turned-crewbeasts hastily began heading for the ship. Among them, a stocky harborrat was heard to remark to the stoat alongside him "Salamandastron, eh? That's fated not t' end well, once them stripedogs git wind of us! Their won't be nuthen but stains an' scattered bones when those demons are done" The stoat gave a small nod, keeping his head low''

The weathered old searat put a grimy claw to his chin, scratching the gray-streaked hairs on it thoughtfully "Nee, I don't fink so, Mistur Riggaddja-Voh ol' Laggs'z seen yore bay-LESS-ED visage afores, sire" He gave a long bow to Rigolli, his nose scraping the ground "Dost yew needz mene assiffer-assif-assisterence, O angelicly radiant messire?"